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Kaiser was never interested in omegas, let alone other people. Kaiser's only thoughts were to increase his value, make more money, rank higher. Bachira was a storm. And Kaiser was swept up by him, like everybody around.
A storm is not comparable to Bachira, the omega is a hurricane that barges in and leaves everyone floored. Kaiser was no exception.
It was a simple interview, interviewing each ace trio of the teams in different intervals. Kaiser didn't pay attention to the Ubers or PXG or Manshine.
"Hey, I'm Bachira Meguru. I play Center Forward for FC Barcha's NEL Team," Bachira introduces himself.
"I'm Otoya Eita~"
"And I'm Ignacio Lara."
"We'll be speed running through questions, answer as quickly as possible."
"Vamosssss~" Bachira cheers, doing an excited wriggle in his seat.
"Ideal Type, be specific, Bachira-san."
"Blue eyes, Regal, taller than me," Bachira fires back.
"Is that Kaiser or Rin," Otoya chuckles.
"It's Chris Prince," Bachira blushes.
"MBTI?"
"ESFP," Bachira shouts.
"Songs that remind you of Nagi?"
"golden hour by JVKE," Bachira doesn't think.
"Sing a line?"
"I don't need no light to see you shine~ it's your golden hour~"
"You're a great singer Bachira-san."
"I know I'm a theater kid. I sing quite well," Bachira smiles.
"Do you have a song for each Blue Lock player or what," Lara asks confused, Bachira nods brightly.
"Shidou Ryusei?"
"She's a maniac, I love her just like that~"
"Yukimiya?"
"And now there nowhere to hide~ since you pushed my love aside~ I'm out of my head, hopelessly devoted to you~"
"Aiku Oliver?"
"She's High. She lives in the sky. Tonight she's satisfied. She just went to heaven and back~"
"Itoshi Rin?"
"You're the ground my feet won't reach, so if you're lonely~ darling you're glowing~ if you're lonely come be lonely with me~"
"Otoya Eita?"
"I belong with you, you belong with me~ you're my sweetheart~"
"Michael Kaiser?"
"Feels like chasing fire when I'm running after you, you~"
Kaiser was already listening to Bachira sing, the song he sang for him made Kaiser's heart thump in his chest. It felt uncomfortable, vulnerable and he wasn't the one singing it.
"Are you blushing," Kunigami gags out loud as he passes by Kaiser.
"Hahahahah," Raichi roars with laughter.
"All the Blue Lock players?"
"I don't care how long it takes~ as long as I'm with you I got a smile on my face~ save your tears it'll be okay~ all I know is your here with me~"
"Smash, Marry, Kill. Noel Noa, Snuffy and Chris Prince?"
"Smash Snuffy, Marry Chris Prince and Kill Noel Noa," Bachira laughs.
"You would Kill Noel Noa," Lala was shocked.
"Yeah. What about it? Who would marry a robot? Bro looks like he's programmed to exist."
"Smash or Pass."
"Ness Alexis."
"Blegh, Pass," Bachira gags.
"Smash," Otoya says confidently.
"Isagi Yoichi."
"Pass," all three of them say at the same time.
"He has enough people dick riding him, right now. Doesn't need me to do that too," Bachira shrugs.
"Yukimiya Kenyu."
"Smash," the trio agrees.
"Lights on or lights off," Lala asks.
"Does it matter," Otoya wonders. "He can't see either way. But lights on, his face is a masterpiece."
"Kunigami Rensuke."
"Smash," Bachira yells. "Until my throat remembers its shape. I have thing for emotionally cut off men."
"Michael Kaiser."
"I'd Smash so hard," Otoya says. "But he'd have to bottom."
"Facts. Any person who's been in close vicinity with Kaiser has thought of him bottoming at least once," Lara agrees. "Like Michael Kaiser riding your dick? That's what wet dreams are made of."
"My wet dreams are made of me riding Michael's dick, while he chokes me with his tattooed arm," Bachira smiles sweetly as if he didn't reveal with wet dreams.
"Itoshi Rin-"
"Smash," Otoya and Bachira shout at the same time. "Yes, please."
"Rin is at the top of my Blue Lock Smash list. Oliver Aiku is second and Nagi is third."
"Nagi is quite high?"
"He's just a human dildo. He won't move at all. It'll feel like I'm fucking myself," Bachira explains.
"Chris Prince-"
"The biggest Smash of my life. Like honestly. Until my insides are molded and bruised. Chris Prince, he's walking sex. Just wait for me."
"Ayo~ Pause?"
"Chris Prince looks like Adolf Hitler would've loved him," Bachira sighs.
"And that's a good thing?"
"Yeah. Blonde hair, blue eyes. Chris Prince would be used as a prime example of the Nazi Aryan race."
"What would you dream team look like? Any players."
"Michael Kaiser as my Striker. Loki Julien, right wing. Pablo Cavasoz, left wing. Forward Lavinho. Center Midfield, Prime Ego Jinpachi. Left Midfield, Leonardo Luna. Right Midfield, Chris Prince. Left back, Dada Silva. Right back, Snuffy. Center Back, Aiku Oliver. Goalkeeper, Gagamaru Gin. Formation would be something like, 2-5-3."
"Oof. That's tough."
"Ego? As center Midfield?"
"You guys didn't know? Ego used to be a professional player. He even played on the same team as Noel Noa," Bachira informs.
"You didn't choose Noel Noa," Lara points out.
"He's on the bench. For Midfield," Bachira waves it off.
"Do you not like Noel Noa?"
"The whole world likes him enough, I don't have to now do I? And as you can see my team already as a greater striker."
"You think Kaiser is better than Noel Noa?"
"As a striker? I would say he has potential to be greater. Noel Noa shouldn't be anyone's limit. Kaiser has the most accurate shot. 100% accuracy. Some pros couldn't even dream of that type of shot power or speed."
"Plus I built my team not around Kaiser. It's a stupid way to think. But if you're good at what you do, then it'll work out. Plus it's Michael Kaiser."
"Now we're going to name players and you just say what position you'd play them in."
"Chigiri Hyouma."
"Wing. Any wing. Doesn't matter," they all agree.
"Karasu Tabito."
"I would make him center back," Otoya says.
"I would have Tabito Midfield. He has great ball keeping abilities, he would create many openings," Bachira explains.
"Noel Noa."
"Bench," Bachira doesn't even blink.
"You'd bench the best striker on earth?"
"Yeah? Like substitute for half back. He would be great on defense."
"You must hate Noel Noa."
"Is everyone who isn't his biggest fan a hater? You know. Just because your good at something, doesn't mean you should teach it."
"Oof-"
"Are you saying Noel Noa isn't a good mentor."
"If the shoe fits."
"His fans are going to come for you. Can you handle it."
"It's not like I said anything wrong," Bachira laughs. "What has he taught his team? Aren't BM they are supposed to be a team that follows logic."
"You guys are talking a lot of smack, for a team that lost two matches."
The trio is silent for a beat before cracking up even harder. Otoya almost falling out of his seat. Bachira squeals in peels of laughter. Lara had tears coming out of his eyes.
"What do you get when you win the Neo Egoist League?" Otoya asks with genuine interest.
"Besides the bidding? Nothing," Bachria points out. "It's useless to win. The experience you gain from the NEL will be irreplaceable. But it could always backfire."
"We can't peak here," Otoya nods. "It's being broadcasted live all over the world."
"Who knows who could be watching? And collecting data on us? Only to use against us a opponents? The coaches and players of teams we might face in the World Cup," Bachira explains. "We'll have to surpass whatever legacy we leave here. If you're pouring every ounce of your skill here, that's quite pitiful."
"You are playing with and against, players you'll probably face in the World Cup. I'm not going to show the whole world my best. Sure I'll show off here and there. My Bee Shot? What I've shown is the most basic variation. There's a lot more where that came from."
"Today's friend, tomorrow's enemy. The viewers too. Could be anybody."
"So there's strategy to everything," Lala explains.
"And at the end of the day. I want to be the best in the world too. Even if that means I must crush my fellow players to do so," Bachira explains calmly as his face splits into a manic smile.
"Well said. Isn't that the Blue Lock project? To create the Best Striker on Earth."
"Even the World Cup is a stepping stone," Bachira adds.
"I remember when we were playing against Ubers, Meguru told Lavinho to sit down. Not to join. Why did you do that," Lala wonders.
"Lavinho would destroy the Ubers. I'd rather lose by myself than let my mentor hardcarry me. I'm not a BM player. Can't have my mentor playing the whole game for me."
"That hurts my Ego more than anything. I'm not a fucking puppet."
"Let's stop talking about football. I feel like socking people in the face," Bachira quickly waves away the subject.
"The MVP of each team will be able to bring their family members to Blue Lock for the day Who will you bring, Bachira-san?"
"My mom probably," Bachira smiles.
"And your father?"
"I don't have one of those."
"Then where does the Bachira surname come from?"
"It's my Great grandma's maiden surname. My mom wanted me to be raised away from her type of lifestyle."
"What type of lifestyle?"
"Wait- your mother is Yuurei Fujiwara-sama?!"
"Shut up!" Otoya jumps out of his chair.
"Yeah," Bachira nods with a shrug.
Everyone single Blue Lock player stopped what they were doing, in utter shock. They had finished with practice most of them gathered in the joint common room where all the teams could hang out.
Even Noa Noel dropped the bottle of water he was drinking, in a mild coughing fit.
"Who's that," Loki asks calmly as he pats Noa on his back.
"Only the richest, most powerful, most influential family in Japan's, youngest daughter," Karasu explains.
"Sounds like a big deal," Loki hums.
"The biggest deal."